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      • Waking up in the afternoon was something she was used to, especially when the night before she had come stumbling in from a party that had obviously done pretty good to her. Turning in her bed though as she heard movement from outside her bedroom, the female groaned softly and decided it was now or never when she was going to get up, sitting up carefully on her elbows and looking over to her clock to see it was only twelve thirty five. Shifting her french manicured fingers through her hair, the female finally sat up completely, slowly at first just to make sure her hangover didn't come crashing down on her like a boulder off a cliff. Rubbing her face gently, she moved to crawl from her bed, grey cheerleading shorts holding on to her lower half and having the name of the team she used to cheer for sprawled across the back, Aubrey let out a soft sigh and stood up. She had to make her way downstairs, to the kitchen. . Hopefully, without any distractions. Yeah right. Moving past Farah's room, the female paused in mid step, glancing up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking her head and knocking on the door, only to have it open with the knock.


        "Are you fucking serious?"

        "It's calming, and relaxi-"

        "It smells like weed in here!"


        And she had the nerve to say it was relaxing. No wonder it was relaxing if it smelled like they were all just asking to get high, a faint giggle emerging from the female who had been trying to fight against having the incense put out. Cracking open the window, the blonde glanced out the now opened window before moving toward the door. Farah was always coming up with things like that, the slightly ditzy hippie girl coming up with numerous ways to be 'calm and relaxed', Aubrey moving from her bedroom and taking the time to easily make her way downstairs, arms folded over her chest. Finally arriving in the beautiful thing known as their kitchen, her hazel colored eyes locked onto the cabinet, edging toward it silently and opening it wide to find the bottle of Aleve. Mercy yes.

        Taking two and making sure to follow it with a cup of orange juice, moving to set herself on one of the kitchen's counters, Aubrey leaned forward just slightly, her full C cup moving with her as it was held in her tank top. Hearing another sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen and shaking her head when she noticed that it was Farah, having gotten out of her 'calming and relaxing' situation, the auburn haired female looked over to Aubrey with a faint giggle, "Some party, I guess?" It was known that Aubrey was fond of going out at night and having a blast at parties, not to say she wasn't focused on doing her work or anything; She would just rather have fun while being in her college experience.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Bobbi's lips curled in disgust as she glared down at her roommate. Ilsa had come in late and was still asleep, the victim of another party. Ilsa, like so many others that surrounded Bobbi, believed that college was education second and fun first. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her short black hair. She was sure rooming with Ilsa was a punishment.

Ilsa was an art major and a little to laid back for Bobbi's tastes. The petite brunnette was art-chic with her hair always in a ponytail, smart glasses and paint-smudged clothes. She also wore hippy skirts because she thought it made her look famous. Bobbi was nothing like Ilsa. She was the captain of the baseball team, a member of the bike club and all around tomboy. She dressed in pants and men's shirts to hide the curves that her genes blessed her with. Her hair was always cut short and she had a very dominating aura around her.

Grabbing her helmet, she left her sleeping roommate and stormed off to classes. She wished she had a roommate who shared her sense of responsibility. On her way down the hall, she passed by Aubrey and Farrah's room. Smelling the weed only pissed her off more. That could get the whole floor in trouble.

She was about to knock on the door when she heard Farrah's and Aubrey's voices coming from the kitchen. Heading that way, she shook her head. If she got in trouble because Farrah was lighting up again, she was going to strangle that hippy.
 
      • Both of them looking up as they heard the sound of a door slamming, the only one who could really wake up and slam a door because they didn't have any sort of hangover or just generally happy disposition had to be Bobbi. Farah pouting softly, she tilted her head slightly toward the entrance of the kitchen only to catch Bobbi's angry expression coming their way. Generally, Aubrey spent her time when she woke up picking with Bobbi, just because she could and had the option of doing so. Fortunately for Aubrey, the only reason they were all living together was the correlation of their classes. Female bonding experience?

        Yeah whatever. "Aw, why the long face Bobbi?" And so it began, Aubrey's airy voice dancing across the kitchen toward the anything but feminine female, noting how Farah inched carefully toward her because the chances were high that the reason Bobbi was storming around was half her fault, and half Isla's. Silently praying that the majority of the blame for her being crabby looking would be on Isla, Farah pretended to be occupied with searching for her chocolate soy milk somewhere deep in the refrigerator. Naturally tanned legs crossed lightly beneath her, Aubrey took another drink of her orange juice to make damn sure that the Aleve was in her system before she went off to class, her eyes again turned themselves back toward Bobbi. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"Not today, Aubrey," Bobbi snapped. She walked over to Farrah, anger in her eyes. "Geez, Farrah, the whole place smells like your pot. Haven't you ever heard of discresion? What if we get caught? Do you think they'll just punish you? No, we'll all get it."

She turned away, glaring at Aubrey. "You're her roomie, Barbie. If you stayed home instead of dragging Ilsa out to party, maybe you could stop her from lighting up." She knew she was being unreasonable, but it was grating on her nerves. Ilsa was her friend, and the only one who knew Bobbi's secrets. She didn't want Aubrey getting Ilsa so drunk she spilled her guts.

Bobbi, though it was no surprise to anyone who saw her, was a lesbian. Tall and slender tomboy, she didn't want to be judged by her sexual preference. She had known girls like Aubrey in her high school, all popular little cheerleaders who thought they could make her life miserable. Ilsa knew that Bobbi liked girls, but she didn't know that Bobbi liked girly-girls like Aubrey.

"This is college," Bobbi snapped, walking out of the kitchen. "Try going to classes and learning instead of frying your brain."
 
      • Of course Bobbi was going to be bitchy and crabby, however a faint pout emerged on Aubrey's lips when she didn't get a straight answer OR the opportunity to continue her daily ritual, it wasn't fair! Then again, this was Aubrey's mentality when she didn't get what she wanted. Farah's pretty blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and slight annoyance, "IT WAS INCENSE!" She responded for the third time, having said this before, because it had in fact been incense. Aubrey was a witness, she hadn't been smoking pot, although you couldn't bet that she wasn't going through a few out of body experiences due to all of this yelling. Aubrey still sitting at her post on the counter with her bottom lip still stuck out in a pout, her hazel eyes ventured back to Bobbi when she called her Barbie, eyes narrowing just slightly because apparently it was her fault that Isla had wanted to go and her fault that Farah went out to buy incense that smelt like cannabis.

        "You're just pissed off because I didn't ask you if you wanted to go to that party." Moving off the counter carefully, the female stood sturdy on her feet, the Aleve kicking in evidently, adjusting the hem of her shorts before speaking again, "Get the stick out of your ass Bob." Farah edging out of the kitchen quietly just in time to catch the latter part of her comment, she stifled a giggle before her half lidded eyes looked over to Bobbi, "Just relax. Relax." Putting emphasis on the final word, the two females made their way upstairs to get ready for their day. Obviously, Aubrey could be just as much of a bitch as Bobbi could if that was the aim of today's festivities, especially when it was apparently her fault for all the wrong things. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Bobbi growled, but didn't go after Aubrey. Those short shorts were driving her nuts and she didn't want to risk exposing herself. Storming out of the house, she thought maybe she could convince Ilsa to go out tonight so she could have a little free time alone.

The door slamming woke Ilsa this time. The brunette sluggishly got out of bed and stumbled to the shower. The hot water helped revive her. Pulling on an airy blouse and a long skirt, she walked out to get some food in her stomach. She could smell the incense and wondered if Farrah was going to classes today. Ilsa was still in a party mood, and knew that Farrah could be a good party buddy. Aubrey was nice, but Farrah was more relaxed.

She made her way to the kitchen to eat, listening for the other occupants as she ate an orange.
 
      • Thankful to have conquered the 'beast' in that argument, she personally hoped no one brought it up any more today, because the chances of her winding up snapping on one of them probably Bobbi, would be higher. Damn lesbian. Aubrey's mind screamed, the other female having screwed up her entire mood and uncaring to the fact of her slamming the door on her way out of the house. Moving to her own room to begin getting dressed, she glanced up when she heard the sound of the shower starting up, figuring it as Ilsa getting her shower over with to avoid any confrontation. She hadn't gotten the brunette girl drunk. Hell, she took drinks for herself, and that had nothing to do with Aubrey. The other had simply been invited. Nothing more, and nothing extreme. Hearing Ilsa leave the bathroom and trail into her room to get dressed, she herself moved to the bathroom and began her own shower, coming out thirty minutes later smelling like peaches thanks to the shampoo and body wash combo she had used.

        Aubrey pulled an off the shoulder Juicy Couture shirt over her upper half, the shirt exposing the pink fabric of her bra straps before pulling a pair of dark washed denim shorts on her lower half. Blonde hair turning into loose curls thanks to her washing it and definitely not feeling like straightening, pulling a pair of wedge heels onto her feet, she moved downstairs and glanced over to Ilsa, "Your roommate's cramping apparently." She announced before walking out of the house after grabbing her bag of art supplies. Farah's window still opened to release the smell of her incense which obviously wasn't a roommate favorite, lighting up another that smelt like something fruity, Farah then took her own shower, rinsing her body of 'impurities' and wrapping herself in a towel. Hair wrapped in a towel as well, she moved downstairs, bare feet leaving awkward marks in the floor. "Good after nooon Ilsa," She called out, as though the other weren't sitting less than five feet away from her, chest easily holding up her towel enough for her to tuck it on on the side.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
All through her first class, Bobbi was agitated. Her feet kept bouncing up and down, causing her boots to make noise on the floor until she was forced to stop. She figured she could go for a ride later, the roads near the school perfect for a little mind-clearing speed. She wanted to avoid Barbie as much as she could. That girl knew how to get on her last nerve and one of these days, she was going to crack. Either smack her or kiss her, she didn't know and didn't want to find out.

Ilsa ignored Aubrey's comment and waved when Farrah said hi. "Hey, afternoon," she said. "Bobbi's not giving you guys a hard time, is she? She's just a little cranky."

Ilsa liked Farrah. She liked how the hippy chick was comfortable with her own body to walk around in a towel. Bobbi wouldn't do that and she had never seen Aubrey in anything less then perfect clothes. Only Ilsa and Farrah lounged in towels, which was fine by her. "Hey, I like the new incense," she said, smelling the fruity scent. "Very nice."
 
      • Frustrated that she had just let her get away with calling her Barbie, Aubrey was damn good at holding a grudge, a gift that most women were granted with regardless if you were like her or not. She wasn't some dumb bimbo blonde that could just be flicked off someone's shoulder like a pain in the ass fly! It was evident in her current painting that Aubrey was pissed off, her teacher taking note and blinking at the broad strokes and the bright reds, "Bad start today?" Her eyes shooting to the man with a fierce glare, she puffed her cheeks up slightly before speaking, "You bet your ass a bad start."

        Farah's bright blue's faltered just slightly when she mentioned Bobbi giving them a hard time, placing a bagel into the toaster to begin to make herself something to eat. That faint sense of the munchies was beginning to creep up on her, setting her hand on her hip, "All the time? She's not an epic negative nancy or anything but jeez. She should relax." Her voice was calm, arms above her head and moving them around in the sunlight in that poured through the kitchen thanks to the window, there was a sense of being comfortable when it came to being around Ilsa, perhaps it was the lack of an arguing sensation between them.

        Smooth legs guiding her back across the kitchen toward the toaster, she leaned over it gently and jumped slightly when the bagel popped up, catching it between her index and middle finger before spreading her organic strawberry creme cheese on top. Her eyes lit up again when she mentioned the scent that now filled the house now, smiling brightly as she moved to sit down at the table as well, "Thanks, I forgot what it's called, but I don't think I'll get yelled at for it." [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
The smell of the beagle made Ilsa hungry and she decided to make some toast. Popping the bread in the toaster, she turned back to Farrah. "What did they yell at you over," she asked. "You're the last person I'd think they'd get pissy at." She went to the fridge, digging out the jelly. Looking over at Farrah, at how comfortable she was, Ilsa got an idea.

"Oh, hey, before I forget, I need to do a portrait for my class. Want to be my model?" That would be fun, she thought. She liked the classical lines of Farrah, and knew she'd be comfortable posing for her. Bobbi would make an interesting model, but she would never get her to sit still long enough to draw. Well, Farrah might not sit still long enough, but Ilsa could work around that.

********

In art history, Bobbi slouched in the back of the class. There was a group of popular cheerleader-type girls in the front. She pretended to read her text book, but her eyes kept straying up to them. She could imagine Aubrey being like that, laughing and giggling over nothing important. She was a bit envious of how easily they got along and could touch each other. Bobbi never had any friends like that. She was almost always friends with guys, and if she was that familiar with the guys, they read it the wrong way. And when most girls found out she was a lesbian, they got freaked out.

Looking back at her textbook, she forcefully pushed Aubrey from her mind. Stupid Barbie plauged her even here.
 
      • Farrah's fingers picking off pieces of the bagel and pushing them into her mouth as she readjusted her crossed legs beneath her, her eyes glanced up and over to Ilsa, figuring the other girl hadn't heard the argument; Knocked out in her sleep, she supposed. Tilting her head lightly after chewing and swallowing her bagel, she shrugged softly and answered honestly, "My last set of incense smelled like weed. Apparently, Boobi didn't like it." Of course teasing where her name was concerned, she figured that there was a fifty fifty chance that Bobbi didn't have a curvy figure beneath her baggy clothing. Catching the sudden twinkle in Ilsa's eyes when she suddenly was granted an idea, blinking softly when she asked her to be the model.

        A portrait model? Considerably, if it would have been for anyone else, she probably would have told them no right off the bat. Sure, she was comfortable with her body, but she wasn't about to let her body be slightly exposed to just anyone. "Sure!" Came her chipper voice, smiling brightly toward the other female before tilting her head with another curious twinge, "Nude or clothed?"

        Of course not finishing her painting during the class, picking up her canvas carefully and moving out of her class once it was released, the annoyed female stormed toward the large courtyard in front of the school. Settling herself behind a tree, she set her painting down on the ground and began pacing, obviously still pissed off. Why, she was still pissed off, she wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was because she enjoyed picking at Bobbi and with her being such a grouch she didn't get to have any fun with her today. . Of course, there were plenty of other 'fun's she would have preferred to have with the other female, but that was completely irrelevant. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa licked the jelly off her fingers. "Nude, but I'll make it tasteful," she said. "Well, tasteful for class. Personally, if I had my way, I'd do some really hot erotic picture. You know, something that people say is scandalous in public, but jack off to in private." She looked up at Farrah, "My stupid teacher wants it to be all classy, though. No nipples showing or anything."

Taking a bite of her toast, she added, "Sorry I missed that that this morning. God knows I wish I had some weed now. Maybe we should make some Mary Jane brownies. It would really relax Bobbie and Aubrey. Those two are so uptight."

**********

Bobbi saw Aubrey in the courtyard. She knew that the responsible thing to do would be to go over, appologize for getting bitchy that morning and hopefully move on with her life. However, no one said that Bobbi was responsible all the time. From where she stood, she could see that Aubrey was still pissed, and that meant a huge fight if she so much as said hi. However, that also meant a bad night and more fighting and Bobbi didn't want to go through hell for the rest of the week.

"I'm so going to regret this," she muttered as she walked over. "Hey, Barbie, got a minute!"
 
      • Giggling faintly, Farah looked over to the other female when she stated what she would do if she had her way, enjoying how it was easily figured that Farah wouldn't have minded no matter what the shot was supposed to look like. Then again, she didn't find herself making that announcement. No, instead, she tilted her head lightly and found herself pointing her gun, or rather, index finger with her thumb up, toward Farah, "That can be a portrait for some other time." One of the numerous things that Farah and Aubrey had in common was the easy ability to flirt with anyone, man or woman, and not have the slightest issue in it.

        The idea of making weed brownies for the two tense girls intrigued her though, clapping her hands together lightly with a bright twinkle in her eyes, "I think we should do that," Silently announcing that she had her own stash hidden comfortably somewhere in her dorm room, Farah looked over to the female with a curious expression, "Do we have brownie mix?"

        Pulling her hair up into a slightly messy bun, several loose curls falling around her face, she figured the only way to keep herself from snapping at one of the numerous passerby's was to sit down and attempt to finish her painting. Of course she wasn't entirely successful, because some painfully familiar voice was calling out to her, narrowing her eyes for a moment, clenching on to her paint brush and glaring slightly before turning her head, "NO." Sure she had a minute, plenty of them actually, but that wasn't any of Bobbi's business now was it? [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa's smile got wider. "We have brownie mix. I'll get started on the brownies if you find us some weed," she said. "I promise to not look. Then, we can get that portrait done so no one would suspect us." Giggling, she got started by finding the brownie box. It was her favorite double chocolate brownies. She knew this was going to be good. It wasn't that she didn't like Bobbi and Aubrey, but they both were so uptight. Aubrey was always so perfect and Bobbi...well, Bobbi treated Ilsa like a little sister and was just over protective.

"I can't wait to see how they react," Ilsa said. "This is going to be sooooo good."

*********

Bobbi rolled her eyes. It was obvious that Aubrey was still in a pissy mood. Talking to her, Bobbi knew, would only put them both over the edge. However, she had made a comitment to try and she would try. Even if it did piss her off.

Well, if it did, Bobbi had a secret hide-away not far from the school. A little area where the creek was hidden from view and she could go swimming and relax. She had a feeling today was a soak and swim day.

"Listen Barbie...I mean, Aubrey, about this morning. I didn't mean to snap at you and Farah. I just came by to say that I'm sorry." And if you don't accept, then screw you, she thought, watching Aubrey.
 
      • Clapping her hands together again once she announced that she knew where a box of brownie mix was, Farah stood up and smiled when she announced that she wouldn't peek as to where her delicious stash of weed was, the female bounced upstairs. Realizing she was still in a towel, the female changed into something more respectable, a tie dye dress that went from blue to green to yellow, moving back downstairs with her hair loose and falling over her shoulders. Having grabbed her weed from under a corner of her bed, the strapless and sleeveless shirt held on to her thanks to her sizeable bust, holding the bag as though it were the holy grail. "Let's bake then, shall we?"

        No, there originally was no pun intended, though noticing it, Farah giggled and moved into the kitchen, she knew if either of their friends found out the truth in the matter of these brownies, they would both never hear the end of it. However, Farah could deal with it, knowing that she would giggle about it every time she thought about it or saw a brownie.

        Carefully dipping her brush into the soft red color that fortunately wasn't as loud as the others, the female paused once she noted an added shadow as far as her light source went, figuring Bobbi had made that journey quick. Well, she was on every damn sports team, she better have a quick step. Frowning at being called Barbie right off the bat again, her eyes had yet to raise toward Bobbi, continuing to move the brush gracefully over the canvas. Surprisingly, judging by her appearance, Aubrey looked like no one's artist, truthfully here for her design skills, it wasn't difficult at all for her to branch out into other mediums.

        Back to focus however, there was an apology in the air, pausing in her painting to look up at Bobbi, closing one of her eyes when a flicker of sunlight poured through the trees branches. "Apology accepted." She answered plainly, letting her eyes move back down to her work before easily adding, "But you don't have to be a stickler. You know she wouldn't smoke like that in there." [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa quickly made the brownies, wondering if they dared to eat any of them before their roommates could. That would be great, if they could all just relax together. She smiled at Farah as the brownies baked, deciding she liked the dress Farah was wearing. It clung to all her curves in the right way and held just the right hint of about to fall down.

"Do you have any more left," Ilsa asked. "I don't think Bobbi or Aubrey will be back until late." She smiled, walking by Farah, "Oh, and we can do the portrait in my room, if you want."

**********

Bobbi sighed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, I know that, but not everyone does. I had a bad night and took it out on the two of you."

She tilted her head, looking at the painting. "that's pretty good. You do have some talent. I'm impressed." She meant it as a compliment, but the wording was wrong.
 
      • She hadn't noticed the way Ilsa had occasionally looked at her when she added weed into the brownies, peeking over it to make sure there was plenty enough for them to be higher than a kite before they could even realize it. Farah had already taken her glances over to Ilsa, another one of her better traits was her easily being able to look at people without them noticing, although even if she did get caught? It was all the more entertaining. Blinking softly, Farah tilted her head in a curious manner before folding her arms over her chest, "Are you asking to get high with me Ilsa?" Her voice high as though she were snobbish in sharing her weed, of course she had a little extra that she was willing to share, the brownies baking as she moved back upstairs with Ilsa.

        "I'll get more weed and you set your stuff up?" She suggested, despite it being slightly rhetorical as she moved from the hallway and back into her bedroom, sitting on her bed and organizing her plastic baggies before finding one with a rolled blunt inside of it. Preserved for an occasion like this one, finding her lighter and moving toward the other girl's room, "Ready?"


        Raising a brow slightly when she admitted to having a bad night, if she didn't enjoy anyone's company, she wondered how in the world she had a bad night when no one was in the dorm. Except for maybe Farah, but Lord knows she was probably asleep like the fucking bear she could be when it came to sleep. "Then next time I will drag you out to the party with me." Considering she had been accused of dragging Ilsa out to the party, Aubrey figured if she had been dragged out she wouldn't have been in the house all by herself. . Like a loser. But of course, Bobbi had to go and fuck it up with her so called 'compliment', just as Aubrey had slid another brush over a soft blue color, "Dammit Bobbi." She grumbled, shaking her head and flicking paint toward the other female's face.

        Even though it had initially been seen as an accident, from someone if they were to be watching, the both of them knew it wasn't. Specifically when a faint giggle began to emerge from Aubrey's lips, hand falling over her mouth lightly. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"More then ready," Ilsa said. She sat on a chair facing the bed. "Make yourself comfortable and pose." She smiled and motioned to the bed. then her eyes lit on the small baggie. "ohhh, good, you brought the fun." She giggled and got her pencils ready. She watched Farah get ready for the drawing. She liked Farah's body and had a feeling she would keep a copy of this picture, and any other portrait she could get.

Taking a blunt, she quickly lit up and took a long drag. "We are going to have so much fun," she said.

*****

Bobbi blinked for a moment. That didn't happen. It just didn't happen. Reaching up, she smeared the paint as she checked her fingers. Oh, yeah, it happened.

"You are the most spoiled little bitch I've ever met," Bobbi growled. "I come over here to appologize and I compliment you and you have to do this! You know what? Everything good I've ever thought about you, I take back. I hope you fail, Barbie. You suck anyway."

with that,she turned and stormed off. she had to get out of there and cool off. Getting to her bike, she rode off for her special spot.
 
      • Moving into the female's room, Farah noted the direction she was sitting as she moved toward her bed, settling under the covers and teasingly wiggling out of her dress. Well, it was a 'tastefully' nude portrait, that didn't stop Farah from tossing the dress out once the female emerged wrapped in Ilsa's sheets. Holding one of her hands over the top of the sheet that covered her breasts, she would fix her bed once she finished, though as for now, she shifted the sheet to find herself sitting up, legs dangling off the bed and the sheet covering her bust from between her legs. The majority of her skin shown being that of her smooth legs and arms, the curves of her sides including the curve of her breasts, and everything above her chest.

        Reaching out once Ilsa took her hit, Farah didn't have to move too much in such a situation, hair shifting to one side of her pretty face. Taking an inhale and holding her breath, letting her cheeks puff just slightly before releasing the soft smoke, "Naked and getting stoned. Sounds hella fun." Considering they were sharing the preferred drug of choice, it wouldn't take very long at all for them to get high, depending on the amount of times they got high; What they were used to, to say the least. Truthfully, Farah was on her way up by the fourth go 'round.


        She should have known that Bobbi wasn't going to have a sense of humor about anything, especially in this situation when she was only doing it for fun, Aubrey let out an audible sigh when the female who would tower over even if she was standing up. Of course. Everything good she ever thought about her? What kind of bitch move was that? 'Oh yeah, I apologize, and I think good things about you, but I hate your guts and I'll never say it to your face.' There was no remark from Aubrey however, no effort to get up and go after her, especially not when she heard that familiar sound of a bike starting up and speeding off, "Damn I need to graduate." [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa was only done with the basic line figure by the time she was high. Giggling, she continued to draw, working on the depth and shading. "You make such a cool model," she said, taking another hit. "I am so lucky you said yes. You were totally my first choice, Farah. Really, you were."

She went back to drawing, now she had an excuse to stare at Farah. She ha to make sure she got everything right. It also helped that she thought her model was totaly hot. Her pencil worked the shading around her eyes, wanting to make it perfect. "You have no idea how much I wanted to ask you to do this," Ilsa confessed. "you are the coolest person here."

**************

Bobbi made her way to her little swimming hole. She was still mad and needed to cool off. Se knew if she went home this mad, she'd blow up again. She wasn't even sure why she was so mad all the time.

Okay, scratch that, she knew. She was sharing a house with Barbie, who was just too fuckably good looking that it put her on edge. It was some sick fascination, liking the one thing she would never be. She was strong and liked sports and bikes and could spit like a guy. She kept her hair short and her body wasn't really that curvy. Barbie, though, was her opposite and it just turned Bobbie on.

Stripping to her bra and panties, she jumped in for a swim. maybe a few laps would make her feel better. At least, until it got dark.
 
      • For some people, this could be unbearably uncomfortable. To be naked in front of someone attractive while getting high. There was no telling what you would say when you were high, although perhaps that was the fun in it. Or it was the fact that she could get used to doing things like this for Ilsa. Probably not for anyone else. Her own giggle filling into the air after her third hit and pass back to Ilsa, Farah shook her dark locks of hair, "Nooo, you would have gotten a yes from plenty of others!" Even if she was high, she was quite sure of that, feeling her mind beginning to tear away at any doubts she suspected herself about having.

        There were little doubts she had in regards to Ilsa, although when they had all originally moved in together, she figured that Ilsa would probably be the spitting attitude of Bobbi; Of course not with the appearance of a man, but still with the attitude that said 'Fuck the world, I'd rather play baseball and ride a Harley.' It kept her serene considering that Ilsa was calm, cool, and collected. "Well what took you so long Ilsa? Jeez, how long have we both been here?"

        Her painting unfinished as she stood up and moved toward the central art wing of the school, after collecting her things in a suddenly angry flurry, she wasn't entirely sure what made her angry. No, scratch that. She knew exactly what made her pissed off. The blonde could deal with being called Barbie, but when that bitch tried to say that she only thought good things about her then tried to take it back? It wasn't fair that she wasn't some lame stiff. No, Bar- Aubrey was a fabulous person, well rounded, academic, liked to party. And god dammit. "I'm fucking hot." Finishing that off in her head, Aubrey nodded her head sternly and slammed her canvas down into the easel.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa used her finger to smudge the shading along Farah's shoulder. This was the real reason why she got into art. Not because she was talented, but because it fed some sick voyouristic part of her. She could legaly ask people she had her eye on to sit for her. It was erotic, being able to look and touch the paper, never touching them. She could imagine that it was really Farah under her fingers as she drew, her dream taking shape. Lovingly, she traced a firmer line along the shoulder.

She smiled, peeking over at Farah, her eyes taking in her friend's form. She really liked the idea of the bedsheet. Farah had a fresh out of bed look. It made her wonder what kind of night it was. "It took me a while because I was scared you'd say no," Ilsa said. "And, when I knew you'd say yes, Bobbi and Aubrey were always around. Truth is, I wanted to make sure we'd have time to ourselves." If she hadn't been high, she might have been embarassed that her secret slipped out.

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Floating in the water, Bobbi closed her eyes. She was starting to relax. Well, she'd relax when she pushed Aubrey from her mind. When that pesky blonde crept in, she felt herself get tense. Finally, she decided to do something about it. Swimming to the shore, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Once on shore, she laid down on her back and pulled her panties down. She had to get Aubrey out of her system and fast. If she went back home and she was still tense at the thought of Aubrey, she might do something she regreted.
 
      • There was a certain serene quality that Farah enjoyed between the two of them, one that didn't involve either of them getting yelled at and one that certainly didn't involve either Aubrey or Bobbi. That thought in mind, she wondered what else would be just as peaceful, wondering what boundaries they could push that also didn't involve Aubrey or Bobbi. Sure, the both of them adored both of their friends, dearly and honestly, although it didn't mean they couldn't have their own lives. The room now smelling like the incense she had been burning earlier, the blunt was passed toward Ilsa after her fifth hit, or maybe it was her sixth, she wasn't quite sure. However, looking back to Ilsa when she began speaking again, her lips curled into a smile at her response. Scared she would say no? Why would Farah say no?

        Modeling for another attractive girl? Please. "Nobody turns down being half naked for a sexy Ilsa, duhh." Giggling faintly, she blinked softly when she announced that she wanted there to be time for just the two of them, subconsciously biting her lip before releasing it in case she messed up the picture, Farah found a jolt of something settle in her. Sure, it might have been the weed talking, but she felt a tingling in her fingers to reach out and touch Ilsa, though it was resisted to avoid messing up the portrait, "Shiiit, we can't forget those brownies." A sudden dose of memory went through the brunette's mind, smiling faintly because there would be plenty of good things coming out of today if she had her say in matters. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Ilsa's eyes went wide. "Oh, the brownies!" She put the portrait on the bed to check on the brownies. Luckily, they weren't burnt, just a little too crispy on the edges. She put the pan out for their roommates and walked back to her room. Laughing, she looked over at Farah. "That was close. They'll be greeted with the sweet smell of brownies like planned."

She went to pick up her portrait, but decided to sit on the bed instead. "this is coming out so good, Farah. Look at you. So sexy. This picture doesn't do you justice." She showed Farah the portrait. It was half finished now, and most of Farah was shaded in.

Moving to sit next to Farah, she said, "I have got to get you to model for me more. I love drawing you." She reached up, pushing a strand of Farah's hair back.
 
      • Another giggle coming from Farah, her eyes followed Ilsa as she made her way out of her dorm room to go check on the brownies, attempting to take a peek over at the drawing. Of course, she didn't do so well with that, deciding she would wait until Ilsa got back. Looking up at her when she returned to report on the status of the brownies; Still good to go! Even she could smell the sweet smell, tempted to go downstairs to get one herself. "Good. I can't wait to see what happens!"

        Evident excitment in her voice, letting one know she was all too thrilled at the idea. True be told, now that excitement ventured somewhere else. Smiling softy when Ilsa took a seat on the open space of her bed beside her, Farah now got a perfect view of the unfinished portrait of her; It was fabulous! And it wasn't even finished. Her cheeks hitting a faint pink color at the compliment, her blue eyes ventured over the portrait again while Ilsa's hand grazed to slid her hair away from her face, "You're just as sexy as I am Ilsa." Leaning forward to let her lips press a soft kiss at the corner of the other female's mouth, her lips curled into a soft smirk.

        Now there were plenty of ways ths could go. Farah was going to make sure that this went pleasantly, tilting her head slightly again, her soft lips met with Ilsa's for the first time. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
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